Alpha’s Regret After His Pregnant Luna Left novel Chapter 200

(Audrey’s POV)

I stood frozen in the doorway, my mind refusing to process the words.

Florian might appear scatterbrained, always teasing and casual, but I’d learned that he approached everything with careful planning. For something to make Mia Silverleaf run through the halls in panic…

I whipped around to look at Sarah Mitchell, who had followed me out of my office at Winter’s Remedy. Her face was pale, tension etching lines across her forehead. She wouldn’t meet my eyes.

“Sarah, what exactly happened? You know, right?” I demanded, every frantic heartbeat pounding in my ears.

She bit her lip, clearly torn between telling me the truth and trying to protect me. Her eyes were full of guilt and fear.

“It’s nothing,” she mumbled, staring at the floor. “Just a misunderstanding.”

I didn’t believe her for a second. The way her fingers twisted together betrayed her anxiety.

I reached for her arm, my voice trembling. “Please tell me, I’m begging you.”

Her continued silence felt like a physical blow. She was terrified I wouldn’t be able to accept whatever news she carried. My chest tightened painfully.

When she still hesitated, I yanked out my phone. “If you won’t tell me, I’ll find out myself. No one’s stopping me from going to Northern Territory.”

I pressed redial on my office line, calling Mia. No answer.

My fingers trembled as I scrolled to Beta Thornwood’s contact. Still nothing.

Anxiety coiled tighter in my chest as I slammed my palm against the elevator button. Resolve and dread warred inside me as I waited for the doors to open.

“I’m going to Northern Territory,” I announced, more to myself than to Sarah.

Just then, a familiar scent hit my nostrils before I even saw him. Arthur Moonstone appeared beside me as if summoned by my distress. How did he always know?

“Why the rush?” Arthur asked, his voice gentle. “Where are you headed?”

Instead of pulling away as I normally would, I turned to face him fully, meeting his calm gaze with sharp desperation. “Arthur,” I said, keeping my voice steady with effort, “what happened to Florian?”

He chuckled softly, the sound light and dismissive. “What could possibly have happened? Have you been listening to rumors again?”

His casualness made me pause. Arthur wasn’t a skilled actor-if something serious had happened to his rival, I’d see it in his eyes.

“Give me your phone,” I demanded abruptly.

To my surprise, he handed it over without hesitation, indulging me like a devoted Alpha.

“The code is our mate marking anniversary,” he said softly.

His dark eyes shone with that trademark possession that once made me feel cherished but now felt suffocating. I frowned as I punched in the date-a day I’d tried my best to forget.

I quickly scrolled through his messages and checked the pack forums. Nothing about an accident or crisis involving the Stormhowl Pack. Nothing about Florian.

My pulse slowly returned to normal as I stumbled upon a livestream from the Stormhowl Pack’s healing herbs subsidiary. Today’s big news: a groundbreaking research breakthrough in venison preservation techniques.

And there, standing at the podium in casual hunting clothes, was Florian. He looked completely fine, answering reporters’ questions with that relaxed yet unapproachable air he wore like a second skin.

“Our production methods have improved significantly,” his voice came through the speaker, low and composed, leaving no room for doubt that he was perfectly fine.

Arthur paused beside me, his shoulder brushing mine. “Do you feel better now?” he asked quietly.

I nodded wordlessly, handing his phone back. Relief flooded through me like a cool territory breeze after a hot hunt.

Just then Sarah, breathless from apparently chasing after us, caught up. She cast a glance at Arthur, then at me, looking exasperated.

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